WHISPER

WHISPER

Reads 156
Votes 3
Parts 2

Complete Sat, Nov 4, 20178m

Non-Fiction

Tagsamour envie petite-histoire

"Chaque jours dans chaque lieux nous attendons qu'elle que pars... dans un bus, aux détour d'un couloir... Nous entendront des chose... souvent, c'est chose sont peux intéressante... est là on tend l'oreille est on pars dans des histoire... beaucoup moins conventionnel." "Each day, in each location we are waiting somewhere.. in a bus, at the end of a corridor... We'll hear things... usually uninteresting... Then, we focus, and we are taken in a story... far less conventional."

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